where it ends || h.s. {COMPLETED}

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Maela

A quartet plays on a stand, and I take a moment to scan the several couples and groups scattered around the hall, some standing directly in front of the musicians.

I slowly turn to Harry, my legs feeling more stiff now as an ache between my thighs begins to grow. If my cheeks are flushed with just the skimming of his fingers on my clothed back, I honestly don't know how I would look if his fingers were.. any where else.

My mind is clouded darkly and Harry pulls me towards the quartet gently, glancing down at me with near full pupils, just blackness laced with something of desire. Something of need. I feel faint.

Someone who is not playing an instrument but is generally close to the quartet is listening to the quartet with a smile, reading sheet music I assume is for the musicians. In the moment I'm desperate to find something to keep me stable, but unfortunately my head has another mind of it's own.

My lips move before my heart.

"So Tchaikovsky," I say softly, and Harry beams at me, holding one finger up as he leaves and speaks to the man with the sheet music. Clearly leaving me awestruck with the amount of things running through my imploding head.

In a second the quartet seems to end the piece they are playing and smiles warmly at the several scattered couples in the crowd. I clap politely along with the jumbled people as Harry saunters back to me, a smile playing on his lips.

The quartet looks at the bystanding man that speaks something in a hushed tone and suddenly they are playing again, a familiar piece filling the air.

The cello stands out to me from all of them and I watch in wonder. This is actually Tchaikovsky and by far one of my favorite pieces.

How did Harry even?

"Are you trying to swoon me with music, Mr. Styles?" I suddenly blurt, and instantaneously my cheeks are on fire.

Harry smirks at me, "I am not one to flirt with other woman considering my situation," he murmurs, twisting his ring on his finger. My heart stops at the sight of his wedding ring, a wave of goosebumps rising on my skin. "But suddenly you are making me swell with desperation," he mutters lowly, much closer to my ear.

My eyes are extremely wide as my mind processes his words, my heart racing wildly against my chest.

Our eyes meet and I feel my bottom lip crying out in pain as I bite down so hard onto it. His eyes are the darkest shade of green and every cell in my body is drawn to this man, this godly- married man.

So wrong. This is so wrong.

But he just doesn't seem to stop, and the want for him increases rapidly.

"Do you trust me, Ms. Sharp?" He asks softly, and I take quick shallow breaths, desperately trying to keep myself calm.

My face is flushed at his ideas that are radiating off of him, and as I breathe in I smell his musky scent that breaks the deal, all of my sanity disappearing as I nod eagerly while staring back up into his eyes.

His playful demeanor and the sound of Serenade for Strings, Movement One diminishes to the back of my mind as his hand clasps down onto my back, his broad body swallowing my entire left side up as takes me away from the hall.

When we walk outside a man with short brown hair is already there, opening the back door of a sleek car, Harry ushering me in first. I get in quickly, my cheeks still warm as my thoughts are running wildly. I don't even listen to Harry talk to the man as I only think deeply of him.

What am I doing? Is this really happening? Am I just supposed to trust him? Is one hour of talking enough for someone to just sweep me away?

My mind pauses momentarily. A one night stand?

My heart drops. It could never be more than that, so yes, a one night stand.

My eyes pinch close and the depressing thought of this being the only time to really get a taste of Harry swallows me whole.

You are here in a beautiful car waiting for a beautiful man to get in with you to go who knows where to do something that is sinful.

Don't think too much about that.

I sigh, and Harry peers down at me, dismissing the brown haired man who rushes over to the drivers seat, jumping in.

Harry sinks into the seat next to me, his eyes lighter, but still full of want.

Imagine what I look like. I don't just want him, I need him. I know so because if he suddenly got rid of me right now then what am I to do? Day dream about him for the rest of the week, for the next month? Just wondering what would have happened if he kept me under his wing, bringing me to do things that my mother would hate me for. That many people would hate me for.

My hopes are running dry, and I feel bad for thinking this way, when he's putting things down onto the line- way more than I am.

"Marv, please raise the screen," Harry murmurs and suddenly a screen is lifting between Marv and the two of us.

My heart is literally about to explode into a million pieces as I stare into Harry's glowing eyes. His tongue laps his lips once and I melt, my thighs pressing together.

"Ms. Sharp," he breathes my last name, and I feel my body buzz in anticipation.

"Yes," I whisper and his hand is on my thigh, my eyes pinching close. Oh god. Please.

"Please," I suddenly mutter and he looks at me, his eyes dancing with amusement. I can't believe I'm begging him, I want him so badly it hurts.

Every part of me is like a pool of lava and my brain is wracking with so much emotions I might just pass out anytime now.

What is he doing to me?

Suddenly his hand raises to my face and he caresses my cheek, my heart beating rapidly. His finger traces my cheekbone and down to my lips, parting them and putting them into my mouth, my cheeks now burning wildly as I look at him almost foolishly. I'm nearly sweating on the spot, but the cool aspect of the leather seats is soothing my hot flesh.

He let's out a steady groan and suddenly his lips press harshly to mines and it's in that moment any thought of me being an honest woman will suit me appropriately. And it's also at this moment that Harry cannot be considered a loyal lover.

But in the moment it's not so important to me.

My mind is swallowed whole by his perfect lips, his entirety astonishing and over powering, the feeling so beautiful to my body. His interest in me surprises me, but I focus solely on only Harry and every effect that he's casted on me.

His hands reach up to caress my face and deepens the kiss immensely, tilting his head. Fuck, he's so beautiful. He's so sleek, so sexy. Any thought of Arendia burns to the back of my mind, Harry's large hands encasing my breasts which causes me to groan out in pleasure. My legs clamp together over his other hand that rises up my thigh and I can't help but gasp at all the contact.

Suddenly he shushes me and I flush, my fingers working the hair on the back of his neck, pulling him closer as the car suddenly jolts to a stop. He stops me briefly and presses his forehead against my head.

"God I want you," he murmurs while staring into my eyes.

"I could say the same to you, Mr. Styles," I stammer, leaning to press another kiss to his lips but he stops me, causing my eyes to widen.

I am definitely a cliffhanger type of author.. oops
And please vote if you like the story so far! It would mean a lot.

Also the quartet at the party and also the beginning of the piece Serenade for Strings Movement I composed by Tchaikovsky is to the side .. if anyone cared haha, it's just that I played that piece and I just love it c:
Sorry it's short again, the chapters grow (:

♡kaitlyn